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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 The Count Five to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.