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 Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 linndrum 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.