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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
The Index,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.