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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.