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 Congo and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Alison Limerick to the rap 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.