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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.