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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.