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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.