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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.