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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.