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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
DNA,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.