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 Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.