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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.