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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Crime,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.