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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
DNA,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.