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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Scientists to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.