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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.