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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Easy Going to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.