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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.