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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Music Machine to the grime 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.