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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.