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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.