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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Roxette,
The Index,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.