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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.