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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
UT,
K-Klass,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.