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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.