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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.