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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Wings,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.