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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.