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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Can,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.