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 Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.