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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
CMW,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.