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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.