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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the funk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Crime,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.