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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Can 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.