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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.