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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Happenings to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.