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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.