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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.