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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Neu!,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.