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 Poland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 808 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 Organ to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.