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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.