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 Peru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.