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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.