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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.