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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Index,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.