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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.