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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.