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 Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Moleskins 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
the Association,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.