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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.