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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
The Names,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.