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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.