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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.