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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.