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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.