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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.