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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.