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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.