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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.