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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Television,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Visage,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.