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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Human League to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.