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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
MDC,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.