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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.