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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.