Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.