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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.