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 Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.