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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.