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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.