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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.