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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.