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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.