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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
The Litter,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.