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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.