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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
10cc,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.