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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.