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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
AZ,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Little Man,
June Days,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.