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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Cameo,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.