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 Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.