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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.