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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the punk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.