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 France and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The J.B.'s to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.