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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
cv313,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
ABC,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.