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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.