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 France and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.