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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
The Residents,
X-102,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.