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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.