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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
The Standells,
ABC,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.