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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Nico,
MC5,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.