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 Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Pole,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.