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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.