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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.