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 France and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.