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 Liberia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.