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 Laos and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.