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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.