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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Supertramp to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.