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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.