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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.