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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.