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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.