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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.