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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.