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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the rap 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.