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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Fear,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.