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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys 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 rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.