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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Thompson Twins to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Fear,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Index,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.