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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.