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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.