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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.