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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.