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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.