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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.