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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.