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 Qatar and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Colin Newman to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.