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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.