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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.