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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
UT,
X-102,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.