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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Oneida,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.