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 Russia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
June of 44,
Franke,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.