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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.