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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.