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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.