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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Gap Band,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.