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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.