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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 The Kinks 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.