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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the jazz 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.