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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.