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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. 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.