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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.