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 Lebanon 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Remains to the jazz 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.