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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.