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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.