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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.