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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.