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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.