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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.