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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.