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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
JFA,
Scion,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
ABC,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.