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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.