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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.