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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.