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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.