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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.