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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Can,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.