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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.