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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Index,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.