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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.