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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.