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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.