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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.