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 Djibouti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.