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 Chile and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.