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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.