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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.