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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.