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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.