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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.