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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.