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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.