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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
10cc,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.