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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.