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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.