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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.