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 Syria 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.