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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Barry Ungar to the techno 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.