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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Star Department to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.