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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.