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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.