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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
The Move,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.