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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.