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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
UT,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.