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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Nico,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.