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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.