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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
The Names,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.