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 Romania 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
X-102,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.