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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Names to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.