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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.