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 Lesotho and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.