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 Libya and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Nico,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.