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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.