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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.