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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.