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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.