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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.