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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Monks,
MDC,
PIL,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.