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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.