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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.