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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
The Names,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.