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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Mars,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.