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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.