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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.