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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 oboe 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 Hot Snakes to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.