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 Israel and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.