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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.