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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.