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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.