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 Lithuania 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.