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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Outsiders to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Fear,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.