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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.