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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.