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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.