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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler 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?
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.