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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.