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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.