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 Angola and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Pole,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.