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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Pole,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.