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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.