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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.