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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Das Ding,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.