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 Kuwait and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.