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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mummies to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.