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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 The Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.