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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Toasters to the punk 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.