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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.