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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.