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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.