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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.