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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.