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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.