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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.