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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.