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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Scion,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
UT,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.