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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.