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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.