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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Hood 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.