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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
CMW,
The Residents,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.