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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.