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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.