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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.