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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.