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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.