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 Oman and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.