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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.