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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.