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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Hashim,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.