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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.