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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Scientists to the funk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.