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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Wings,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.