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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.