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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.