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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.