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 Jordan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Chrome 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.