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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.