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 Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine 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?
Lungfish,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
JFA,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.