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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Index,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.