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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
UT,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.