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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.