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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.