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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Yaz,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.