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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
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.