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 Iraq 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 JFA to the crunk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
The Index,
Darondo,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.