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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
MC5,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.