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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '90s.
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 Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
The Gories,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.