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 Canada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.