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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.