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 Angola 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.