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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.