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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.