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 United States and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Franke to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.