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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
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 rhodes 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.