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 Malawi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.