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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
UT,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.