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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Television,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.