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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.