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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.