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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.