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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.