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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
New Order,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.