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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.