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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.