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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Television,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.