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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.