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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Sister Nancy 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.