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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.