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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.