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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Blackbyrds to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.