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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.