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 Malta and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the grunge 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.