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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.