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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.