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 Zambia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.