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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
The Residents,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Cymande,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.