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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Juan Atkins 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.