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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.