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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.