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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
The Sound,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.