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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Sparks to the funk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.