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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band 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?
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.