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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Monks,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.