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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.