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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Magma,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.