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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.