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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.