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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.