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 Moldova and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.