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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.