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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.