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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.