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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.