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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Lyres,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.