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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.