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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 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 Royal Trux 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.