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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.