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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.