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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.