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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.