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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.