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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
The Motions,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.