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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Remains to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.