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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.