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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Average White Band 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
DNA,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.