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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Sonics to the crunk 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 Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.