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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.