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 Latvia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.