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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.