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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.