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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.