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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.