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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 harpsichord 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.