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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.