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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neu! to the funk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.