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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the disco 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.