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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.