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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Quantec to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.