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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.