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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Can,
Franke,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.