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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.