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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.