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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.