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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.