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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.