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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.