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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian 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 punk 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.