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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Birthday Party to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.