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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.