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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.