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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.