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 Comoros and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.