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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.