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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.