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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.