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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.