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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
the Slits,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.