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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.