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 Antigua 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
JFA,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.