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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.