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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.