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 Australia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.