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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.