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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.