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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.