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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Magma,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.