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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.