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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.