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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
DNA,
Faust,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.