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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.