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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Country Teasers to the dance 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.