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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.