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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 In Retrospect to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.