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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.