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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.