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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.