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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Can,
David McCallum,
UT,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.