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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.