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 China and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Moby Grape to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.