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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s.
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 the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.