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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.