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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.