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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.