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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.