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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.