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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.