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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.