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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.