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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
The Cure,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.