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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.