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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Can,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
AZ,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.