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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.