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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.