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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Faust,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.