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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the grime 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.