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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Nas,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.