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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.