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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.