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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
ABC,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.