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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.