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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.