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 United States and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 American Breed to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Gong,
Nico,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.