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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.