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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.