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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.