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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 chamberlin 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.