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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.