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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.