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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.