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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas 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?
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.