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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.