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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.