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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.