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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Smog,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.