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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the techno 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.