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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.