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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.