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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 rhodes 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 Prince Buster to the disco 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.