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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.