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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
The Remains,
June Days,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.