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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.