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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Oneida to the jazz 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.