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 Finland 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.