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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.