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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Organ,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.