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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.