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 New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Swans,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.