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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.