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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.