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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.