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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.