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 Venezuela and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.