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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.