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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.