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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.