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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 theremin 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.