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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Fania All-Stars to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Organ,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.