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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Monks,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Lalann,
cv313,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.