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 Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.