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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.