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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.