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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B and Rakim to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Television,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.