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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.