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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Little Man,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.