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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.