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 Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.