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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.