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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.