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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.