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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.