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 Cuba and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
PIL,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
AZ,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.