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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.