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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.