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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.