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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.