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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.