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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moss Icon 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.