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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.