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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.