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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.