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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.