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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.