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 Malawi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.