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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.