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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Television,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.