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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.