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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.