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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
X-101,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.