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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Little Man,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.