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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.