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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.