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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.