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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.