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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.