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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.