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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the rap 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.