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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.