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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.