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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 JFA to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.