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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lakeside to the dance 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.