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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.