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 Albania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.