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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.