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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.