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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.