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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
MC5,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Scion,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.