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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Little Man to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
The Slits,
Magma,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.