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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.