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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
MC5,
The Residents,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.