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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.