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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.