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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.