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 Albania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.