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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.