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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.