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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 clarinet 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Josef K,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.