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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.