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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Angels of Light to the rock 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Kayak,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.