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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
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.