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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 The Kinks 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.