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 Andorra and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.