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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.