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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.