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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.