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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 The Trojans to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.