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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
the Normal,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.