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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.