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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.