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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.