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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Ice-T to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Television,
The Move,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.