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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
CMW,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.