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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.