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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the jazz 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.