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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.