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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.