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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.