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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
The Index,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.