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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.