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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound 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?
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.