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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 the Germs to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Skarface,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.