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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.