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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.