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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.