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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.