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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.